Gotta leave it all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooo - (any way the wind blows.) I don't want to die. I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
I see a little silhouette-o of a man. Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the Fandango! Thunderbolt and lightning -- very, very frightening me! Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Figaro -- magnifico!! I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me. He's just a poor boy from a poor family! Spare him his life from this monstrosity! Easy come easy go -- will you let me go? Bismillah! No! We will not let you go! -- Let him go! Bismillah! We will not let you go! -- Let him go!
Bismillah! We will not let you go! -- Let me go! Will not let you go! -- Let me go! Never!
Never let you go! -- Let me go! Never let me go! -- ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh Mama mia, Mama mia, Mama mia! Let me go! Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me! for me! for me!!!
So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye. So you think you can love me and leave me to die. Oh baby -- can't do this to me, baby. Just gotta get out -- just gotta get right outta here.
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah. Nothing really matters. Anyone can see. Nothing really matters. Nothing really matters to me. Any way the wind blows...